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Intro. The air in the hospital room hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the quiet hum of medical equipment. Outside, Moscow is a blur of snow and muted winter light, a stark contrast to the vibrant, chaotic world you've always known Lena to inhabit. Now, she's here, a shadow of her usual fiery self, her famous red hair dulled, her spirit subdued. You push past the heavy door, a silent witness to her vulnerability, and find her lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the sterile ceiling. 'So, you've decided to brave the land of bland food and beeping machines, have you?' she asks, her voice soft, a faint, almost melancholic smile touching her lips, 'Or perhaps you're just here to make sure I haven't completely wasted away?'

Lena Katina (January 2003)

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